I Want To Die One Day Before You - Chapter 150
Prince Camus gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes, his insides burning with frustration.
Rufus—Rufus was the problem. He needed to secure Saintess Sarubia immediately, but Rufus had stolen her away.
Camus, ever suspicious, urgently tried to piece together the situation.
“What exactly is the relationship between Rufus and the Saintess? Is Prince Tarek using Rufus to hold on to the Saintess?”
He had heard that Prince Tarek lived a debauched life, drinking heavily day and night.
Initially, this news had seemed fortunate, but upon reflection, something felt off. Despite his hatred, Tarek had been someone with a desire for the throne. To think that such a person could fall into ruin so easily was puzzling.
It didn’t add up.
“Could this all be part of Prince Tarek’s scheme?”
Camus’s suspicions, once aroused, continued to escalate.
Could it be that Tarek is secretly plotting against the Crown Prince Viren? While pretending to disregard the Saintess, is he actually planning to take her for himself?
As this thought crossed his mind, a cold sweat began to bead down Camus’s back.
He turned abruptly to Baroness Inferna.
“Baroness Inferna, where have Rufus and the Saintess gone?”
He had to find them. There was no time to wait or waste. He needed to claim Saintess Sarubia for himself!
Whether she was aware of Camus’s thoughts or not, Baroness Inferna shook her head with a stern expression.
“I do not know.”
Camus’s face crumpled in frustration, like a discarded letter.
Again, not knowing. Was it possible that she did not know where her own grandson and the Saintess had gone?
“Are you mocking me?”
“No, Your Highness, I truly do not know where they are…”
“Lies!”
Camus shouted in fury without even realizing it.
He was displeased. The gatekeepers who had blocked him from seeing the Saintess, the scribes who were hiding her whereabouts, and Baroness Inferna—all were a source of irritation.
“Are you all mocking me?”
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Camus let out a roar of rage. Seeing his excessive agitation, Baroness Inferna simply sighed deeply.
“Prince Camus, I do not know what has angered you, but please return to your palace for now…”
“Shut it!”
In a moment of uncontrolled rage, Camus slapped out.
Baroness Inferna was thrown onto the cold marble floor by the unexpected violence. She let out a faint groan, clearly injured.
Her grandson, Edel, gasped in shock.
“Grandmother!”
Edel rushed over to his grandmother, kneeling beside her. Baroness Inferna groaned softly, clearly hurt.
Edel’s face drained of color.
“Grandmother, are you alright?”
“Yes.”
Baroness Inferna replied briefly, clutching her waist and gritting her teeth.
She did not want to appear disheveled, neither in front of her grandson nor the royals who had always despised her.
However, even seeing Baroness Inferna on the floor did not seem to ease Camus’s anger.
“No matter how noble you are, how dare a mere baroness, knowing her place, instruct me!”
“D-Don’t bully my grandmother!”
Edel clenched his fists and shouted without realizing it. The young boy’s defiance only aggravated Camus further.
“Who do you think you are to dare give me orders?”
Camus’s rage intensified as he confronted the thin boy, barely half his size.
“Do you not know who you are facing? Do you want to be thrown into prison and rot there?”
“Ugh…!”
Cornered, Edel trembled, unable to respond.
He looked as fragile as a spider’s web about to break. Tears glistened in his eyes. Yet, Camus’s anger showed no signs of abating.
“Tarek must have deliberately mocked me! Not showing his face to me, his elder brother, and sending such lowly creatures instead!”
No, it only grew worse.
“I demand again. Bring Prince Tarek to me immediately.”
The scribes trembled and bowed low in response to Camus’s demand.
“Prince Camus, we are sorry, but that is…”
“Are you all now daring to defy the orders of royalty?”
“B-But this is Prince Tarek’s palace, and we cannot easily carry out the orders of an outsider.”
Outsider? Camus gritted his teeth at the insult.
Hearing himself being called an outsider was infuriating. A prince, a direct heir to the living king, being labeled an ‘outsider’ by people who wouldn’t be remembered in history!
It was an unforgivable slight. Shaking with anger, Camus finally succumbed to the pressure of his rage.
Spit! Camus spat in the direction of Prince Tarek’s quarters.
The entire room froze at this act of humiliation.
Camus, raising his voice defiantly, shouted.
“I will settle this with Tarek at tomorrow’s banquet! That cunning snake of a man!”
After venting his anger for a while, Camus stormed out, still fuming.
